Page 104 of Come to Me

I slide my hand over the thick wool skirt covering her hips. Then it's on her tights. They're soft, and thin enough that she starts to shake from my touch.

Damn. I almost forgot how good it feels to touch her, to watch her light up with pleasure.

I plant another kiss on her neck and drag my fingertips over her thighs.

She purrs, arching her back and rubbing her ass against me.

I bring my mouth to her ear. "Are you sure?"

She nods and turns to face me. Our eyes meet, just for a moment. She's sure.

Her eyes flutter closed and she presses her lips against mine. Everything we've felt during these awful three months pours out between us.

Her kiss is hungry, desperate, needy.

She shifts back into position, her neck against my lips, her ass pressed against my cock.

Pleasure pools inside me. I need to get her clothes off, to get my hands on her skin.

I find the top of her tights and slide them off her ass. She purrs, throwing her head back so her neck is at my mouth. I sink my teeth into her skin.

She shakes.

My body takes over.

I sigh, kissing her neck as I slide my hands over her thighs.

I pull her tights to her feet. Her legs are smooth, curvy, perfect.

I run my fingertips from her ankle to the inside of her knee. Then, slowly, I trace zig zags up her thighs.

She moans, rubbing me with her ass. I kiss her neck again, and I stroke her inner thighs until she's shaking. She wraps her fingers around my wrist.

I follow her lead. She brings my hand under her blouse, dragging my fingers across the soft skin of her stomach.

Jesus.

I bring my hand to her chest, cupping her breasts over her bra. She groans, lifting her skirt so there's nothing in between us but my boxers and her black panties.

She arches into me again, sliding her cunt over my cock.

I run my fingers over the edge of her bra as I bring my mouth to her ear. "Take off your top."

She pulls her blouse over her head, revealing every inch of her gorgeous skin. There's a lacy bra curled over her lush breasts. I need to rip it off, to rub her while I fuck her.

That's it. No more waiting.

I unhook her bra and slide it off her shoulders. She gasps as I take her breasts into my hands, kneading them slowly.

She purrs at my touch, melting into me, digging her nails into my thigh. I trace her nipple with my finger, over and over, until she's shaking.

She arches into me again, her panties meeting my boxers.

"Now the panties," I order.

Her eyes meet mine as she brings her hands to her hips and slides her panties off.

Then her hand is on mine, and she's bringing it between her legs. She's wet. She's so fucking wet.